Fried Chicken and Dirty Dishes

Grandma’s kitchen.
Forgotten fried chicken.
Used, cold skillet.
Shimmering in congealed bacon fat.
Brown, yellow, orange matted carpet.
Clutter. Papers. Fly swatter. Plants.
Pepsi bottles.
Hum of the dingy fridge.
Greasy haze of low-light air.
Stale-flavored ice that can’t be cracked with mere teeth.
Dish upon dish.
So much that the sink disappears and one large dinner plate/utensil mound erupts from the countertop.
Dripping faucet plinking against tin.
Sad, somber, soft.
Dark, dirty, dull.
A small photo soaking in the developer of my brain.
Your watery image takes shape and fades quick.
You existed. I remember.

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Coff-tastrophe

I recently bought a new coffee maker because I recently fell in love with coffee. 🙂 Before the age of 45, I never liked coffee. Then I met Starbucks’ Carmel Macchiato. Hello, Lover.


I was spending at least $2 for a cup of coffee every coupla days. That seems too expensive, even for a working adult. So I bought a drip coffee maker after doing some research.

I wanted a Keurig, but my husband was concerned about price and waste from the K-cups. Someone told me about the reusable pods, but the price was still too high for a machine. Oh well.

After price comparison and reviews, we decided to buy a Black and Decker drip coffee maker. Only ~$20. It’s great! As long as you don’t forget the snap-in diffuser (or whatever it’s called). LOL

Well, I forgot to snap in the diffuser this morning and I had coffee all over my new coffee bar! LOL

coffee bar
New coffee bar at our new apartment in Venice! Before the massive coffee lava blow and flow. LOL

The water backed up and spilled out, along with coffee grounds and sadness. Needless to say, I will never forget the diffuser again. Sigh. Never. At least it was just water and coffee to clean up. Coffee is probably a good cleaner? Maybe not. I know it cleans my insides out. 😀

We purchased Starbucks dark roast espresso whole beans and grind them ourselves using our small shake blender. The blender does an adequate job and the brew is strong and tasty. Not bad for a cheap drip machine! Tastes good with milk and Splenda. Coffee catastrophe curtailed!


The worst time to crave coffee is 9 pm at night. Why is this happening?

Kitchen Detail

Do you have an immaculate, pristine kitchen fit for Better Homes & Gardens magazine? Decked out with island and butler’s pantry?

Or do you have a tiny, functional galley kitchen like mine? Clean, but well-worn?

Or do you have a seething portal to hell with dirty dishes stacked to the ceiling? Crawling with ants? Sticky floors and counters? Mice squatting in the corners? Jelly smeared into a hardened shellac on the floor? <<–(that happened at my former friend’s house, my husband had to wash his sock out, gah!)

What kind of kitchen are you?? If you could equate your kitchen to a celebrity or personality, who/what would it be?

Get me out of here.

tina in cabinet

Why am I in the cabinet? LOL

1974. I am willingly sitting in the cabinet. Under the stove, from the looks of it. I think this is where the Cheetos were kept.

This is my favorite place to sit. Hide. Eat. Play.

Some days I wish I could go back there and shut the door.

How could anyone be mean to little ol’ Me?


Plastic lids and drooling kids.
Baby blues and blondie ‘dos.
Slack-jawed, already flawed.
Only 1 year. How’d I get here?
Shut the door, please!